Change
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I look in the sky to see smoke
Poisonous smoke that makes us choke
Industry continues to take over
I keep to myself, but I need some closure
It's right in front us; in our eyes
Men in suits stand and tell lies
They laugh and act as if they're humble
While they make us slaves and merge in their bubble
How could we be so blind
To watch take over our lives?
It's ludacris to say the least
As we see industry turn to beast
I want change to come and industry to be done
But what can one do he's the only one?
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